Five Nights at Freddy's Daughter scenarios

When You Go To The Hospital (part 2)

Freddy

All of us sat in the waiting room, worried to death. Hunter paced frantically and I pulled at my hair, biting my lip. A doctor approached us.

"Are all of you here for (Y/N)?" He asked.

"Yes we are," I stood. "Is she alright?"

"Follow me, please," he waved, guiding us down the hallway. We came to a door adorned with numbers, and the doctor opened it.

"I'm afraid Miss (Y/N) has a somewhat severe concussion, given from blunt force trauma. Do you know what caused this?"

"Yes, sir. She dropped a jewelry box on her head a couple days ago," Hunter explained.

"That'll do it. She'll be unconscious for a few days, maybe a week until swelling diminishes." I gazed at my little girl's small frame in the large hospital bed. I stood beside her, brushing her (h/l) (h/c) hair behind her ear.

"Daddy's here, baby. Wake up soon," I whispered, kissing her cheek. She moaned softly as her hand twitched.

"D-Da-ad-dy," she whimpered. I grabbed her hand and held it to my lips.

"Visit as long as you like," the doctor told us and left. I plan to.

Chica

We met Ryder at the hospital, waiting outside (Y/N)'s room. A nurse came out and Ryder uncrossed his arms.

"Is she okay?" He and I asked simultaneously.

"I'm afraid she lost a lot of blood, and the knife was so deep it damaged mostly all of her nerves and muscles," she told us as she walked us in. My little chick lay in the bed, hooked up to many tubes and wires, with a tube going down her throat. I covered my mouth with my hands.

"We may have to amputate her arm and give her a prosthetic, that is, if she doesn't heal up within a few days."

"Are you able to replace the blood she lost?" Bonnie asked.

"Yes. She has an IV for that," the woman nodded. I knelt down and grabbed her good hand in mine, being mindful of the IV needle in her wrist.

"I'll let you have some time before we take her to the OR," she stated and left. My poor baby.

Bonnie

I sat next to my cottontail, holding her hand. The others reclined in chairs, waiting for Dr. Nathan. He came in holding a clipboard.

"Sorry for the wait," he apologized.

"Not a problem. Will she be alright?" I asked. He looked down at the papers, taking a breath.

"Sadly, the shrapnel to her eyes made her go blind. She can no longer see," he stated.

"Wh-What?" Ricardo gasped.

"Is there anything we can do to help her see?" Chica inquired.

"We're actually working on something, so we will let you know our plans." I looked at (Y/N), who was asleep and had bandages on her eyes.

"Don't worry, bunny. You'll be able to see soon," I whispered, kissing her cheek. Hopefully....

Foxy

(Y/N) laid in the bed, half awake after we took her to the hospital.

"Daddy?" She rasped.

"Aye, lass?" I leant to her.

"Will I be okay?" She asked me.

"I'm pretty sure, lassie." She smiled and fell asleep as the medicine she was given finally took effect. Doctors came in and took her to the operating room. Hopefully she'll be okay.

Here's part two! Part three will be up soon!